She freed herself from anarchy, healed the soul of imposter syndrome, and taught herself to rise above the gloat of sycophants. She was responsible for her Self to discover her journey.
“Did she hide from the real world?“
“No. She added a chapter to the real world.“
I remembered the patron saint of travellers and pilgrims (Die schutzpatronin der pilger).
Walking is a favourite pastime for me. Long walks into the forest pathways have often been therapeutic.
One evening, on a sunny afternoon, I chose a path I never tried before. Each step I took, shaped into the famous poetic lines from Robert Frost’s poemThe Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I felt no different. It was the most beautiful day. Deeper into the woods, I was welcomed by a stream flowing unidirectional, and the mallard ducks swimming in the opposite direction.
The light wind tousled my hair and the sun-kissed leaves of the huge tree sizzled. And then I heard a wild calling. It was suddenly deafening to my ears. My courage took a U-turn and I stood searching. “Where am I in the woods?”…